Giggs, Anthony Hamilton - Mr Kool lyrics
[Giggs, Anthony Hamilton - Mr Kool lyrics]
Yeah, nigga I love it (love it)
Ain't a nigga to talk shit I'm
A nigga that does it (does it)
Couple more months and this
Shit'll be covered (yeah)
Take it back to the trap house
Or the brick in the cupboard (check)
South side so I'm living it southern
White girl get the boxes and cut 'em
When will it stop I
Ain't stopping for nothing
Index right on top of the button
Shout Bob yeah that nigga's my cousin
Sitting down having us a
Real nigga discussion (yeah)
Real talk all my niggas that suffered
Who them, man them niggas are suckers
Big boss star on the side of the busses
Chicks going nuts I don't know
What the fuss is
You say you want to fuck well
Then give up the crutches
She's willing to fuck me if I
Will her to touch it
Yeah I got my kool backs sitting
On stacks with girls in Cadillacs
Leaning hard and we're puffing
Keep it on low, 'bout the niggas get amulets?
Yeah Mr Kool's back, stand on my grind
Don't distract just, where is at?
Leaning hard and we're puffing and
We're puffing and we're puffing
Yeah, nigga the poet
Man that nigga from UK damn
That nigga be flowing
That nigga go hard and doesn't he know it
Take it back to the old days
I was getting to slow
Every other day I be getting a show in
Chicks going nuts, caressing and blowing
Pool parties I be dipping my toe in
They calling me poison
I be Bel Biv Devoe-ing
Well fuck that man I'm keeping it going
If I keep niggas guessing I
Keep them from knowing
The lethalest weapon is speaking my poem
So the police won't rest
They try keep me from blowing
Is it sow what you reap or
You reap what you're sowing
Sometimes you walk in and don't
Know where you're going
Bless his people below him
Setting lessons in life that'll teach
Us to know him
Ain't a nigga to talk shit I'm
A nigga that does it (does it)
Couple more months and this
Shit'll be covered (yeah)
Take it back to the trap house
Or the brick in the cupboard (check)
South side so I'm living it southern
White girl get the boxes and cut 'em
When will it stop I
Ain't stopping for nothing
Index right on top of the button
Shout Bob yeah that nigga's my cousin
Sitting down having us a
Real nigga discussion (yeah)
Real talk all my niggas that suffered
Who them, man them niggas are suckers
Big boss star on the side of the busses
Chicks going nuts I don't know
What the fuss is
You say you want to fuck well
Then give up the crutches
She's willing to fuck me if I
Will her to touch it
Yeah I got my kool backs sitting
On stacks with girls in Cadillacs
Leaning hard and we're puffing
Keep it on low, 'bout the niggas get amulets?
Yeah Mr Kool's back, stand on my grind
Don't distract just, where is at?
Leaning hard and we're puffing and
We're puffing and we're puffing
Yeah, nigga the poet
Man that nigga from UK damn
That nigga be flowing
That nigga go hard and doesn't he know it
Take it back to the old days
I was getting to slow
Every other day I be getting a show in
Chicks going nuts, caressing and blowing
Pool parties I be dipping my toe in
They calling me poison
I be Bel Biv Devoe-ing
Well fuck that man I'm keeping it going
If I keep niggas guessing I
Keep them from knowing
The lethalest weapon is speaking my poem
So the police won't rest
They try keep me from blowing
Is it sow what you reap or
You reap what you're sowing
Sometimes you walk in and don't
Know where you're going
Bless his people below him
Setting lessons in life that'll teach
Us to know him